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Joe Marflak

Joe Marflak

Yesterday's Hanging Over

Been a lot on my mind
 
So I put some down in lines
 
Watching the sunlight reap last night’s stitching
 
I guess the alcohol patches nothing.
 
I pulled the thread beside my bed and all I found
 
were rusty springs and stuffing.

Otras obras de Joe Marflak...
A Family Departure

Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
Lost

Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard
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A Minute to You

Think deep and sink in to thought for with time comes rhyme and my time can’t be bought but they say time is money
2015

Life repeats, I said life repeats. All my life is war and retreats. War and retreats, No sign of peace,
Where

Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
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A Head Off The Wall

another caffeinated week and I’m stuck wandering in my dreams a… feeling so damn beat yet all I can do is smile whats going out of style
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Night

tattered, tangled and frayed I cannot sleep the way I’ve alway… layed. I once used to sow these thoughts… But now I’m too afraid of what Iv…
Leave Eye's Levis

Gut full of rocks and head the sam… I guess I’m stone washed but these jeans are mine and no one elses, when you think leave I
Fakebook

We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
Unwind A Valentine Mind

I could just sit here for hours, Thinking of the things to write an… But the only truth that matters Is that you were in my heart and m… So it’s my love I hope you find
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Friend To Who

Just a machine yet theres still a bad heart left nested into nothing, beating to a false dream Coincidences in the colors but not from one to another’s We are all a child at one point...
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Sailors Grit

Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
Write

The pencil my blood And paper lined the same Like each and every vein They carry the graphite I used to write through the night
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To Be A Poet

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
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Maybe You

The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
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